A spiritual leader tells me sex as a follower of Christopher and he uses his guitar to lure me. Still, I ignore the warning, and go ahead to sit on his penis like a stool

The spiritual master that flirts with me styling like Christopher wares a guitar and gesticulates wildly as he preaches. Growing weak in the knee I am consumed with lust and wildly make love; giving in to the pulsing thrusts of his manhood.